I
WHO IS THAT YONDER IN THE LIKENESS OF JESUS.
STANDING IN THE VESSEL THAT'S PULLING A SHORE.
THOUSANDS ARE GATHERING LIKE A FAMILY REUNION.
THEY'RE SINGING A NEW SONG SOMETHING ABOUT GOING HOME.
IT SOUNDS LIKE I'VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE.
II
THE SICK AND THE WEARY ALL THE TIRED AND THE HOMESICK
ALL AWAITING TO SAIL ON THE OLD SHIP OF ZION.
LEAVING BEHIND THEM ALL EARTHLY POSSESSIONS
IN EXCHANGE FOR A TREASURE BEYOND ALL LIFE'S PLEASURE
AS WE CROSS O'ER THE LAST SEA OF LIFE.
CHORUS
DON'T LIFT THE ANCHOR, WAIT UP FOR ME.
THIS IS THE VERY LAST VESSEL
THAT'LL EVER CROSS THE SEA.
GO TELL THE CAPTAIN, I'VE GOT A TICKET TO RIDE.
BUT DON'T LIFT THE ANCHOR---
UNTIL I'M SAFELY INSIDE.